some have it like hot air gas balloons....u cud cruise the world with them

some like wells without a bottom...u cud just jump into the never ending huskiness..the coarse quality of making ur skin crawl in a pleasnat way...a warm coarse sensation

some have it like a ground full of light mauve cotton balls....surprising warmth, soft texture, u cud bounce off it..

some ...its like thesewer, dirty as in it echoes its  distatse fr u..

some have it like a iron rod, slam...n well u shatter under its weight...u have no escape...its heavy and well it has no pretence of finding u.

so are characterless....as in come n go..they are minimalistic in nature, act only as sound waves, but dont waver...dont linger giving the listener something more than basic info.....they are everywhere...

some are like coconuts.

some are like footballs...filled with air....but its khaali inside..just have a big exterior form....they just say big words..but they dont mean or even knw what they say...

some sound squeeky like they escaped a flute-like enclosure....

i cant always categorize voices...it has nuthing to do with the person they are.....it might just be in context to what they say maybe......but they all ahve colours...textures, seasons, elements.

afterall , its is human nature to link up things, it proves to him that he still remembers his past experiences and is capable of adding one plus one is two, basic intelligence.

we all hear it everyday....ours, our neighgbours, family's, animal's, tree's, buildings', cell phone's....loo flush's.....god knws wat else....

thank u, all...for providing my ears with more than just sound waves......its a pleasure lissening....

i am here, i am immune, sceptical, cynical and sarcastic.

i am here, i am oblivious, dumb, callous.

no wind to run through my hair and caress me.

i am choking and suffocating in the system.

no sun rays filtering through the shiny leaves- god's miracle.

i cant find my name in  the list of sane people, i am in no state to read god's signs.

i wont stop and smell the flowers and notice nature.

nature makes its presence felt through crow shit on my head, untimely, unannounced rains and pollen infection.

i cant make out the magnanimity of god's creation in the oceans.

all i see is the garbage , half disoslved ganpati heads floating unceremoniously.

i wont cry , i wont smile.

i wont write a poem of hope and pain,

of shadows and heavy rain.

i have no intentions of bringing about any revelations.

i am just enjoying and admiring the blissful state of sitting on the fence and crapping on both sides !!!